Party of One

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She didn’t mind eating alone at restaurants.

But the way people stared at her was unkind. She could hear them whispering: what a loser, no date, not even a friend to join her?

And the snobbing tone of the hostess asking: just one? Not to mention the look on the waiter’s face, as if he pitied her.

But no matter, she would make herself comfortable, order whatever she liked, and enjoy every bite.

Assuming the food was good. Otherwise, the next day her restaurant review in the paper would not mince words.

 

© 2018 magicofwords

over and out

Picture_20180115_221943832It had been a restless night. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The alarm went off at 7AM sharp, but she was already up, getting ready to leave it all behind. Unwillingly.

The suitcase was packed. The closet was empty. She took one last look in the mirror, her reflection staring back at her in disbelief. What now?

Could she have done anything differently, she pondered? She wiped away tears of regret, sadness, and apprehension and tried to compose herself.

And then came the inevitable knock on the door. She was only one taxi ride away from losing the American dream.

© 2018 magicofwords

Train Ride

In the Winter months, the view from the train’s window could be quite bleak. Bare trees lined up on the horizon against a gray blue sky. But this particular night, the sunset turned the sky shades of pink and purple. She could see city lights in the distance as the train stopped at one station after another.

It was getting darker and darker. She was growing tired after a busy day at work and long commute. She thought about dinner and what movie she would watch tonight. Soon she would be home.

And then it happened. The train screeched and came to a sudden halt. There was a loud banging noise as if the train had hit something with a powerful force, followed by an explosion.

She screamed.

© 2016 magicofwords